Chapter 98 The dungeon

XAVIER

The dungeon had not been used in years.

When it was still in working order, my father used it to imprison my grandfather. And then later, Noah Wilson.

But since then, not a soul had entered the dungeon. I had ordered it barred—retired from use for the rest of my reign. But there was always a chance someone had broken in, and Ralph had a point: the dungeon was made entirely of limestone. A material that prevents magic from passing through. Even that of wolves. Nothing could get in or out.

Meaning my wolf could not sense Valerie, nor smell her through the stone.

Thinking back to it, the dungeon most certainly would have been the most convenient place to keep someone captive. One of the most heinous qualities of the place was its door. The door was sculpted from a round, flat slat of stone, an had been designed so as to only open from the inside. Using this design, my father insured that no one would ever have the capability of freeing my grandfather…or the treacherous Beta, N